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Athlete three Alexander Cullen was nervous. Not only that his hands were bound to a collar, but he was also intimidated by all the senior frat boys around him. All taller than his 5.3 feet and bigger than his 156 pounds. “It's simple though” the frat boy said. Oh yeah, it was simple. Xander understood too well how the game would work. And honestly, he did not want to play. “Can I go home?” he asked timidly - Sigh – “No you can’t. Not yet. I thought we made it clear this morning when you were drop-off”, another frat boy intervened, Martin, the leader of the group. The perfect sadistic poster boy. He was now shirtless and caressing his abs. Unceremoniously, Martin slid a lubed finger in his hole while covering his mouth with his other hand. “Isn’t it exciting?” Martin said. Oh yes, the mask men who brought him here did explain what was expected from him. So, he ran. Fast. - Not fast enough – He was tackled by the poster boy himself. He was flattened to the ground by 200 pounds of pure muscles before he reached the street. Before getting up, Martin had ground his crotch on his ass, breathing on his neck. “I can’t wait to fuck your cherry away and give you my load” he had whispered. The two masked men were only few seconds away behind. And mad they were! But they didn’t hurt him too much. - you can’t play sport with two broken legs, so think hard, stupid! – His black eye, you asked? The official statement would be: “Alexander Cullen got a black eye when he tripped inadvertently while playing “Catch me if you can”, a friendly game well-known amongst fraternity. So Xander obediently followed the men inside the frathouse, down in the basement where he was tied to the floor by his balls - who knew they can be stretched so much – and by a second rope with a double hook in his nose at one end, running in his back, forcing his mouth to open then going through an eye-hook screwed in the concrete floor before being tied back to his balls. Just enough to allow a slight movement of the head. - My, my, what a nice fat tongue, hope you know how to use it - “You suck and you swallow. Everything. You bite and you become toothless.” one of the masked men told him. Without warning, the man hacked and hurled a huge glob of phlegm square on Xander’s tongue. Xander felt his stomach begin to churn as the slimy stuff slowly slid down in his mouth, leaving a tasting trail of tobacco. “Swallow” Xander shook his head, but a quick look at the man told him otherwise. And he did. - Obedience test drive successful – Then they just took turns spitting in his mouth, or letting it drip from one mouth to his. One of them swapped spit while kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue. The fun didn’t last long, the boys got bored rapidly, so they set an improvised gloryhole which consisted of a suspended bedsheet with a hole in I in front of him Martin was the first in line. He lowered the front of his sweatpants revealing his hard cock. Martin wasn't small either, a hard uncut 7 inches of meat choked him on the first thrust. - Laughs and high-fives - Then he pulled back. I could see his cock hanging in front of me. Waiting. Xander nervously took Martin’s dick in his mouth, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat and, like a fish in water, start sucking. Xander couldn't believe this was happening, but the sooner he got them off, the sooner they would let him go. Xander did not felt Martin’s entire body stiffen, and didn’t knew that he was about to received a hot fresh load of cum until he heard Martin grunts. “Eat my fucking poz load, pussy boy. As he came, he held Xander’s head tightly against his crotch. Xander was too preoccupied by gulping the massive load, and trying not to gag too much, to realize the implication of Martin’s words. Martin wanted every drop of his cum in Xander’s stomach, so he just continue pumping his cock on the top of the tongue. “Wrap your lips around my cock and stay still” And just like that, Xander got his first taste of piss. He spluttered some around the cock and jerked his head back, causing the tight rope around his balls to stretch them even more. Martin’s hands grabbed Xander in a wise-grip and let the stream of hot piss flow in the poor athlete. - More whooping and hollering - It was a wonderful morning for the frat boys whom all nutted a creamy poz load in the no-more virgin mouth. And some piss too. A small slap behind the head brought Xander back to the current moment. “So, do you understand the game?” Xander looked at the 2 roulettes, casino-like, on the table. Both were modified, the first one were still all numbers, but the red slots ranged from 210 to 960. - these are seconds - The black ones ranged from 1 to 100. - these are quantities - The second roulette were all words: fuck, piss, suck, jerk, balls, cum, ass, spit, DP, tits, fist, drink, foot, whip, kiss, etc. "What is jackpot?" “Ah! There are two of types of them, the red jackpot is where the guy chooses what he wants to do to you, and the black jackpot, you decide which guy. This is a tricky one, because if you pick a different bro, the first guy might be pissed at you and make it harder for you on the next round, but if you don’t select a bro that clearly told you to pick him, well, I can tell you, by experience, that he will definitely get back to you. The more Xander listened to this nonsense game, the less he wanted to play. "Now if both roulettes stop at, let’s say, 210 and fuck. You get fucked for 210 seconds. If you get 100 and balls. Then you get whatever the guy dishes to do with your balls, like 100 slaps. But don’t get too worried, the odds are in your favor. - And the guys are way more creative than just slapping balls - Instinctively, Xander wanted to cup his balls in a manner to protect them. They were so sore from the earlier stretching, and the multiple “accidental” sneakers kicks he received while he was blowing them, but his hands were still firmly lock to his neck. Martin laughed because he knew exactly what was going on in Xander’s head. He has been at his place before, fuck, they all were. They all got poz at this game. And true to their words, the HMS Corporation took care of them. Yeah, they were still athletes most days, but the rest of the time, nights and weekends, they were sex boys. They were living like millionaires, but at the end, they were all well-trained whores. Martin was now finger-fucking Xander and stroking his cock “Tsk, Tsk, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless we tell you” Xander had a nice cock and round egg-sized balls. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and he liked to show off a little while showering with his teammates. No homo. Just guys banters, you know. But at this really moment, he wished to have them covered and hidden from these crazy guys. There was a brown slot marked “Shithole” and Xander did not dare to ask what it means. He would probably faint. Many slots were showing a golden "+" sign which prompted Xander to ask. "You get a poz load. We are all HIV positive, thus our fraternity. Mostly all of us have a low viral count." "Mostly?" "Well, we can't be sure as some guys don't always follow the good doctor's orders." The guy smiled. This time Xander lost it. He had to run again and escape this madness. Martin had ceased his ministrations and wrapped his arms around Xander from behind, grinding his hardening cock against his ass. “Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, in this case I will call the men to pick you up; or simply tell us you want to play the game” The corporation methods were more threats than actions. - It works every time – “I’ll do it” Xander said “What?” “Since I have no choice, I’ll play the game” Martin spun him around and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t ask to be here. You are right. Now, this is all yours.” Martin unhooked his arms and fiddled with the collar buckle to remove it. Next, he bent down removing the walking restrainer at his ankle. Xander’s cock was not totally soft which didn’t go unnoticed to Martin and other frat boys. “Walk away or play” Walk would mean to go back to his abductors. What would happen to him then? He would be in unknown territory. Play, at least, meant that he knew what was coming... It would be disgusting, harsh, and so gay! “I’ll play” “To be clear, you are willingly accepting to play our little frat game? No more bullshit being forced. It is your own decision, right?” “Yes”, a resigned Xander replied. “Not good enough”, Martin said. “Bro, pass me the recorder.” “Now, I will record this to make sure there is no misunderstanding of what is and will happen here. For you and our own protection. I want you to state your name, age and that you understand the game and that you are a willing participant.” 19-year-old Alexander Cullen executed himself promptly. Anyone viewing the video would have no doubt that Xander wasn’t coerced into this. He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil. - As far as we know, he might as well have done it - A loud unanimous cheering came from all the 14 bros present. Beer was flowing and soon the frat boys were in party mode. Naked and in different states of arousal. To his surprise, Martin was not the first to spin the roulettes. "80!" "Kiss!" Xander was somewhat relieved! It might not be so bad after all. For sure it was homo shit – kissing a guy! For 80 seconds! – but if he closes his eyes, then he can pretend he was kissing some girls. “On your knees, faggot!” ordered the other guy and with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed Xander down on his knees. “But… but… it says kiss…” “Yeah! Kiss my ass!” the guy shouted, bringing another chorus of cheers amongst the frat boys. Xander was now facing a very hairy and sweaty hole. He leaned in and timidly puckered his lips and kiss is first manhole. - All captured on camera - Xander thought that the 80-second task was taking long. And he thought right! No one was counting the time! He had been kissing an ass for over 2 minutes before pulling back and expressed his outrage. “Did no one told you it was your job to count or time? Unh!... And me, I just thought you fell in love with my ass. It hurts my feelings! The hairy ass guy said out loud amid more laughter. “325 fuck” “480 fuck” “380 lick” “220 suck” Unable to see the roulettes as he spends most of his time either on his knees or bent over a bench, Xander wondered if they were making up the tasks as no small number came out or excluding his ass or mouth in what would have been 2 hours since the game started. - Wish granted - “One” the guy exclaimed and waiting for the second roulette to stop spinning, prolonging the suspense. “Piss!” Xander could have believed the guy had just won a million dollars as he was beyond ecstatic, at the same time he was trying to find a way to get out of this task. He sadly remembered the acrid bitter taste of Martin’s piss, and decided he wasn’t an adept. “I’ll will suck you instead” he offered, “for 10, no 20 minutes!” “Are you crazy?” the guy said “I need to piss badly! I have stomach cramps for at least half an hour. Quick! Get back on your knees and drink my wicked piss!” Xander had no time to think about anything else as the tall guy jabbed his slim average size cock and let a strong stream of hot piss in the warm mouth below him. - Drink or drown - The guy pissed a torrent, and it overflowed, running down his torso, wetting his pubes to form a small puddle under him. No one said anything. Once done, the tall guy leaned down and French kiss Xander passionately, mixing his spit with the remaining piss. It was a passionate kiss. This guy was really into it. And a good kisser too. Then the roulette game was ready to resume. It was a little past midnight. Xander saw Martin coming towards the table, fully erected. Not the biggest amongst the guys, but Martin sure knew how to use it. A mighty cock. “Stand up”, he ordered me. “You did very well, you turned out to be a good player. As a reward, I will let you spin the roulettes for me” Xander was dubious about the reward, but somehow flattered and excited to participate. - Boys and their toys - As the first roulette spinned, Martin came closer to Xander, behind him, and reached his nipples, toying with them erotically while licking the inside of his ear. “Hey! Xander falsely protested. His brain was all confused with all the sexual activities, and his body was unwillingly responsive to the stimulation. “14” was announced “Mmmh… this is the perfect number. Open your mouth” Martin leaned in close, very close, that it looked like Martin would kiss him. With two of his fingers, Martin kept the mouth open and spit in it 3 or 4 times, then kissed him deeply. “Spin the roulette and seal you fate” - As if the devil knew – “Poz” Xander looked at the marble in the roulette, stopped in one of the "+" slot, then up at Martin “For real? 14 fucks?” “I’m afraid so, baby. Me and my bros wouldn’t have it another way. Let’s find a bed. I want you on your back and see your face when I give you my first poz load in that sweet little ass” *** Joey was exhausted and impressed. He survived. He never thought the horse cock would fit in his ass. The businessman took his time to prove him wrong. His ass was sore and blinking on its own. Joey had no control anymore as the ass ring was pulsing like a heartbeat. The cock went deep in his gut, poking his stomach from the interior, depositing a lot of poz cum, so deep it would never see the light, ever. Joey’s life was transformed. The businessman had explained to Joey, between load 2 and 3, what he needed to know about the HMS Corporation and how he was owned by it. That Joey would get trained, differently, and he was expected to comply. Dimitri would make sure of it. An hour later, Joey was bagged and shipped to his new orientation camp where Adam had just completed – and failed – his cocksucking lesson. The man that showed up for a one-on-one meeting was different than his previous trainers. Adam rapidly understood that it would be worse than the last hours of cocksucking he went through. Fingers were shoved on each side of his mouth, widening it to the extreme and holding the position. Adam had tried to grab the man’s wrist to stop it, but the man was stronger than him. A couple of strong knee jerks to his groin made it clear that he was not to resist. He found himself on the floor, deploring his small thrashed balls while the man reattached his hands to the collar. He didn’t notice the fingers were gone until they returned to insert a spider gag. The man turned little screws on each side of the ring, increasing the ‘O’ formed by his mouth to a new level. “If a man ever feel teeth again or even the shadow of a tooth on his cock, I will knock all your teeth. It is not a threat; it is a promise. So, you better put some effort into your lesson and become a first-class cocksucker.” Adam was left on the floor, saliva slowly drooling on his chin.

Athlete Two Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes. It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up. He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock. He was small down there, thus his nickname. He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it. Except for the nickname. But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls. Adam didn’t know how long he was there. Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet. It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag. He was alone. So, he thought. Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked. “Are you gay, Adam?” “No… why… who are y… Arrrrgh! Fuck…!” While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls. “You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked. Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls. “Yes” “It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack. “Yes sir” Adam replied quickly. “You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?” How the man knew that? Adam thought for a few seconds. Surely, he is fishing! The second man gently move the ruler over his balls. Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless. A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body. No fat there. The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question. “No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”. Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing. Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair. All exposed. Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings. He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats. “It is movie time, Adam.” The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant. The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely. The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs. “Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought. “There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy. “Pick a number between 1 and 675” Adam frowned. “What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go” For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers. “500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body. “Good choice” To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater. The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple. “Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle. Adam froze. The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom! How was it possible? Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way. He was dancing, moving his hips. If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips. Some men in the room were cheering and laughing. Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time. He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week! Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house. Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible. Another cheering forced him to open his eyes. The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me. So good” Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher. The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly. “Still not gay, Pickle?” The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock. “We have time for another movie. Pick another number” Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675. Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed. As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy. You will be able to watch all of them” “A copy!?” Adam asked incredibly. “Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave. Your choice really” Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money. “If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen” The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return. Adam just nodded. “579 it is! Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise. All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time. A 7-hour movie. No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass. The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day. He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering. The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom “You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass. The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked “Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said. The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank. The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck. “Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh… fuck… fuuuuuck…” It was over. Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive. Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. “Clean it” Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum. After that, it was cock after cock. He was just a cum dump for men with real cock. When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed. The first man with the deep voice was there. Adam watched him removing his clothes. If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing. “Oh fucking shit, the man was huge! His cock was thick. Thicker than any other men that fucked him today. And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically. The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did. Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction. The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass. Adam felt being a virgin again. After this fuck, he will never be the same again. “You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck. *** While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men. They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him. Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over. He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment. “Now, identify the owner of the balls” “What?…” a disturbed Joey asked. He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls. Joey failed miserably. His punishment was a success. His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future. “Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him. “Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

Athlete One Joey Fernandez was sweating. A lot. His armpits were all wet. The fact that he had a thick hood over his head didn’t help. Nor the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tightly bound to a thick leather collar which was too tight and slowed its respiration. His ankles were tied too. He couldn't move any of his limbs as he sat there panicking and sweating. His first thought was a prank. His teammates put up a prank on him. He didn’t remember anything. One second, he was sleepily sitting on the bus, the next he was gagged and bound. Joey could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, each one sending a wave of dread through his body. Then nothing. Silence. He jolted back when two hands grabbed and twisted his nipples through his thin uniform, pulling him up and forcing him to walk. More likely a drag than a walk. The pain inflicted on his nipples was excruciating. Tears were rolling on his cheeks down to the collar. He strained against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, but every movement seemed to tighten the grip on his nipples. Another hand cupped his crotch, strongly squeezing his balls which caused him to jerk backward, causing more pain to his nipples as the hands, expecting such reaction, pulled forward without mercy. Slightly bent, someone was groping him and someone else was twisting his nipples. The idea of a prank vanished completely when he felt his pants pulled down from behind, exposing his narrow ass to two thick lubed fingers who found the virgin hole easily. Joey felt his first-ever non-self-inflicted orgasm from anal stimulation. The ordeal lasted barely a minute, enough time for his body to cream the jockstrap. The sensation was overwhelming. He was panting. Gone were the hands on his balls and nipples. He realized that nobody was holding him and that he was rocking himself on the fingers lodged in his ass. Only surreptitiously. *** Joey was dropped into the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The hood was suddenly removed followed by the gag. Mr. Marksman, his neighbor, was standing in front of him which was weird enough. But that wasn’t the weirdest. Mr. Marksman was naked, except for a leather pouch covering his bits. Marksman was a faggot. Joey knew this. Fuck, everyone knew it. The way he leered at Joey when he was mowing the backyard made him angry and flip a finger toward the man each time. Marksman would laugh and rub his crotch obscenely. Scissors in hand, Marksman wasted no time to rip the uniform. Joey immediately knew something bad would happen to him. Following the scissors came the clipper, then the razor. Forty-five minutes later, Joey was hairless. Hair and pubes were part of the past. “I like my bitch smooth” Like a frightened snail, Joey’s balls had retreated as far as possible, and his shriveled cock looked like a small walnut. For which Marksman teased him merciless. Teasing was not the only thing planned for his balls. For over almost two hours, Marksman taught Joey the ABC of the CBT scene. With a lot of tell and show. Marksman was a good teller and Joey’s cock and balls a living proof of the show. So much fun according to Marksman. The next hours were focused on his poor ass. Marksman physically explained the difference between the "S" from the "M" and, just like that, Joey was introduced to the roleplay of ‘S&M’. As much as he wanted to hate all of it, his treacherous cock was telling a different story. Marksman pointed out Joey’s very hard erection. “Stiff as a martini with no vermouth” a wiseman said once. Joey fell into oblivion when the expert cocksucker lowered his head and swallow the entire cock in his hot mouth. Three non-stop spectacular blowjobs left his balls drained and dried like two small raisins. *** “Do you want me to fuck you? “I’m not gay”, Joey mumbled, trying to avoid the cock entering is mouth. “I am, and you didn’t say no” a mocking Marksman replied “Now that you know what I want, what would you do for me to avoid being fucked?” By noon time, Joey had divulged all his intimate habits, dirty secrets, fantasies, even his social and online bank account credentials. All of them. All of it. Alas, Joey ran out of options and the ball gag went back in place. “I guess it’s time to fuck you” And fucked Joey would be. He just didn’t know it yet. Marksman took his time. The anticipation was as exciting as the act. He needed Joey to understand and agree to this, or at last making him believe that he willingly agreed to this. First, let him associate pain with pleasure. A fat finger slipped in Joey’s ass, eliciting tears and grunts. The finger made it home. The second finger rang the doorbell. A mind exploding sensation for Joey. At the end of the day, while Joey was left alone to reminisce about his journey, he had to admit it was amazing that the expert fingers had found his prostate, but it would have been even more amazing if they didn’t. Marksman might have been a faggot, but no girls ever gave him this level of horniness. His mind had shifted instantly and relished the gently pressure inside of his ass. The third finger was strenuous. Joey was bucking his ass against the intrusion as much as he was trying to stimulate his prostate again. Despite the directive to not look at the hidden camera, Marksman did. A large grin was on the man’s face. Whoever were his blackmailers, he never has been happier in his life than now. Except maybe for the moment when he would nut for the first time in Joey’s virgin ass. The man was naked now, the leather pouch unable to contain the fairly large man’s hard cock. No more bits and nuts. A full-grown man cock, hard and throbbing, assorted with a swinging pair of balls hovering over Joey’s face, leaking toxic precum on Joey’s sexy-stretched lips by the gag. The merciless fingers were suddenly removed. Dreading a fourth finger, Joey opened his eyes to see Marksman between his legs, pushing a thicker-than-three-fingers cock in his sore ass to the hilt. One second, the fully embedded cock was resting, the next second it was drilling him a new hole. On each pass, the cock shaft was frotting with his overstimulated love button, eliciting moans from Joey, moans that were clearly captured in the video. “You like my cock, you little slut? Do you want me to cum in you?" Joey mumbled something that sounded like a “go” or a “no”. “I have a full poz load just for you” Marksman said nonchalantly. Frowning, Joey made it clear he didn’t understand what his neighbor was referring to. Marksman leaned down and was now tongue fucking his ear and gently biting his earlobe. Then the man started whispering the fact of life to Joey. “Now that you know what you will get, what would you do for me to avoid being bred with my toxic babies?” With regrets and a huge effort, Marksman pulled his cock out and removed the gag. “Please man… don’t…” an out of breath Joey started saying before being gagged again. “Don’t what, pussy boy? Don’t stop fucking you? Don’t waste my toxic cum?” an amused Marksman asked. With two fingers sliding back in his hole, right to his prostate, Joey lost all his protesting thoughts. At this moment, Joey would have sold his mother for the urgent need to cum, and more importantly, not be infected by the faggot’s cum. Instead, he signed a document that Marksman showed him. His mother was safe, but not his body and soul which were now tied to a 25-year contract with an obscure corporation named HMS (His Master Slut) which would act as his sport agent (taking 80% of his revenue), marketing and advertising advisor (entertaining gigs for rich perverts) and personal life counselor (submitting to his new owner). Marksman never stops his ministrations on Joey’s hole. It was a derelict Joey that begged him once the gag was removed again. “Oh man! Don’t stop… I… I… I need to cum badly! Please harder!” “Look at that!” Marksman chuckled. “You like having your ass played? Who is the faggot now?” Joey was now looking at this despicable man he often named-call a faggot or worse, his neighbor, a man older than his own dad, a man with a cock bigger than his own, a man that took his cherry; well, he was begging this man to make him cum. “I’m sorry… I did mean to… I... Please... let me cum… I… I…” Joey was hesitant, but his brain had surrendered a long time ago to the fingers in his ass, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll mow your lawn all summer for free!” “For free? Mmmh… Barefoot and shirtless?” “Yes!” a frantic Joey replied while fucking himself on the fingers “In cutoff short and no underwear?” “Yes” came the desperate reply “Mmmh… I don’t know. It seems an easy punishment for such a bad behavior” “Come on, man, I’m sorry… I…” “Ok deal, but you need to let me fuck you again and I will make you cum” Marksman never waited for an answer as he resumed fucking the athlete under him. His cum was magnificent and Joey got his first poz load. The following morning, three masked men picked up Joey, the video and the contract to a different orientation camp.

You have to love the Canucks. They are hot

I read the site policies carefully. I think I am good and can thread this story without any infringements. If the moderators disagree, then the story ends here. Otherwise, we might have fun. So, before I go on with any chapter(s), here is the introduction. Your modest author does not condone criminal activities like abduction, non-consensual relation, coercion, blackmail, physical abuse and stealthing, nor he approves right violation, systemic racism, therapy conversion, discrimination and any other "trumpinesque" idiotic actions we see these days against our community. But you should know, he will talk or refer about it in this story. The author admits having a twisted mind and, as in his other stories, everything is fictional with a small part inspired by real life events. Synopsis: A group of college students gets abducted during a spring sport field trip, a few weeks before the school year ends. They will all return home, eventually. And graduate, although it might not be how they envisioned it. Introduction “What do you mean we lost the entire team?” exclaimed Willem Bausch, Will for his friends, director of the Calder Sport’s Orientation Camp. “Well, probably not lost, but we just don’t know where they are” said his interlocutor at the other end of the line. “The bus should have been here, like, 2 hours ago”. “And you telling me this just now!”, an incredulous Will replied. “Well, the bus GPS shows that they are at a rest stop. Neither Coach nor the driver answered their phone. We called the rest stop, and the lady said that there is no bus there, and didn’t see one all morning. We sent Mr. Wilkins. He should have seen the bus on his way, but nada. Should we call the police?” *** “How many were they?” Chief Stripling asked. “What?... You lost 17 college baseball athletes, their coach and the driver…! In a bus trip…! You are kidding me, right…? No… ugh… I’ll send Jerry and Sandro right away. I’ll be there as well shortly” Chief Stripling looks at his phone. It was ten to two and it was Cinco de Mayo. No victory here today. He let out a long sigh. *** Coach Ignacio Perez and the driver Gus Taylor were found few hours later in the city public restroom - two blocks from the Calder camp, a 4-minute walk - tied, gagged and the door locked from the inside. The only thing they remembered was making the mandatory stop at the corner of 1st avenue and 32nd Street, and then nothing. Literally nothing. The team remains to be found. And thus, our story begins.

Part 21 (Finale) It was moving day. Master Eddy provided a truck with two burly guys. “Leave the mattress. I got you a new one” had said Magoo before disappearing. It took a little more than an hour for the guys to load everything in the truck. While waiting for Magoo, one of the guys pulled a nice average cock. He asked me to suck him with the promise of a big reward. “Damn faggot, I bet your mouth of yours will feel good on my cock.” It was tempting but I declined. I was not in the mood, starting to feel the heat of another hot summer day in Montreal. Magoo reappeared with a large duffel bag, and a nice leather suitcase. I looked at him with curiosity. What? I need to move too." he said. I was so preoccupied with myself in the last few weeks that I completely forgot to ask Magoo if he found a place to stay. “You found an apartment?” I asked “Well, yes I did” he said “Oh great! Where?” I asked naively. “With you, dumb ass! He replied I was flabbergasted. Never in the last few weeks, since we visited the place (and pissed in my ass), has he ever mentioned moving with me. “Where will you sleep? There is only one bed! “With you, dumb slut! He said, laughing. Epilogue Magoo had bought a double mattress and got it delivered to the new place. My desk was fitting well against one of the walls, giving enough space to go by. All in all, it was small, but we made it work. The weather remained hot and humid throughout the night. The open window didn’t provide any relief. I was laying naked on top of the bedsheets with a naked Magoo next to me. I was sweating but for some reason the old man’s body against mine was refreshing. “Too hot for sex” I told him Magoo wrapped an arm over me, his hand at my crotch, caressing the base of my cock. “I got you” he simply whispered, kissing my neck just behind my ear. “You look like shit”, the bartender, told me when I show up at work the following day. I just shrugged and started emptying the trash. It was just before noon when the bartender found me cleaning the restroom. Another man was with him. “This is Azar. Go with him in the office and do everything he tells you.” Azar was a doctor. He confirmed what I suspected, and what Magoo already knew. I listened to him and did everything he told me too. “Now that the risk is out of the equation, you need to learn how to live again” Azar told me. The week went by in a slow-motion. Magoo took care of me with a welcomed gentleness. “Let’s threat ourselves tonight. You surely deserve it” Magoo said. Getting out of the apartment was a good idea. I felt better already. We ended up at the sauna which put me down a little. “If you wanted to fuck me, we could have done it at the apartment and save the money” I told Magoo. It was late and a noisy-busy crowd celebrating Pride week was actively – well, just that – celebrating. A sling was installed in the common place where the crowd had gathered. The sling was currently occupied by a man about the same age of my father. “No load refused” it was said. We did the tour to see what else was going on. I took advantage of the spa, relaxing with insipid porn videos playing on the screen. Magoo found someone of interest and was dragging him in the darkroom. Two guys walked by. The first one was lean, brutal. He stopped a few seconds and looked, gauging me. I recognized the second man, Ben, a guy from college. Rumors were that he was abducted in a bar the year before. They went to the wet sauna. Few minutes later, another guy came. “Do you mind?” asking me if he could get in the spa. “Sure” I smiled to him. He was about my age and nice-looking. “I’m not gay” he blurted out as he stepped in, covering his junk with one hand. “Wrong place to be” I replied. “Not my choice really” he said looking around like he was hiding from someone. “I am part of a filming crew. I came here with some other guys. They locked my clothes to make sure I stayed” "Filming?” as I looked around. I didn’t want to be recorded. “No, not here, he said rapidly. We shoot some porn earlier today” “You do porn?” He laughed. “No, not me. I’m only the assistant. I’m Alex.” He told me his story and this Caio guy, one of the porn actors, trying to fuck his cherry away. And also, the story about the man in the sling. We left the spa and went to the room Magoo rented. He was already there with his conquest. “Just chatting”, he had said. As I explained the situation, Magoo was ogling the assistant, making him uncomfortable. “You need clothes?” Magoo repeated pensively. He left the room pushing out the other guy. He came back almost immediately with a yellow shirt and a skinny pair of jogger’s shorts. “These are Matthew’s. He won’t need them, and they should fit”. Fit was inappropriate. Obscene would have been the right word. “We are going back to the apartment until he can figure out what to do” I told Magoo. That night, I slept with a straight guy. Magoo came back in the afternoon. He told me that Alex can stay, and he would go live with AJ. “Why?” “You and me, it would have never work. You know it. Besides, Alex needs a place to live, and you can provide him with a safe place.” That’s how Alex and I ended up together. It was July 2021. Doctor Azar has been good to me; he keeps me healthy with a strict regimen (food and medication). We became friends. He is now married to a lovely wife, and they have a beautiful girl. I keep in touch with Master Eddy who found another pet to play with. He is a good listener. Jesus bought a farm and produce cabbages. He texts me every year for my birthday. AJ lives alone and struggles with Bob's legacy. He is a well-renowned designer and travels a lot. Stanley, aka the wicked Magoo, is now in a specialized retirement home, going on his 84 years old this fall. His health has declined significantly. He is still a phenomenon, and my best friend. I graduated last year and now work for a law firm. The firm partners agreed to give some time to look into Ben Schultz case. Another case was brought to my attention, likely another abduction, the one of Elio Riley. Alex and I are still together. Alex went back to school full-time nursing. His dad died last year. Our sexual life? Well, that will be another story. The end. ps. I threw away the box.

Part 20 That night, Magoo got sloppy second, feeding me all the cum running out of my hole. In the shower, he decided to piss in my throat again. Sunday morning, Magoo helped me pack a few things until he came across Bob’s box that AJ gave me. I had completely forgotten it. It was still unopened. Magoo was all excited. “You open it now or do you wait at the new place?” “Let’s see what it’s in it and then decide if it worth moving it.” I didn’t have many belongings, but one box less to move was appealing. Magoo was already at work. “Holy Grail!”, Magoo exclaimed “Fuck it’s stink!” I said Something must have died in that box… “knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box. And make sure to be home when you open it", AJ had warned me when he gave it to me. “You have to love Bob! You inherited his dildo collection, lucky bastard!” Magoo said. A peek in the box convinced me that the lucky bastard would get rid of it. The toys have been thrown in unwashed, thus the smell. “No, no, no, don’t even think about it” I informed Magoo. “Come on, it will be fun! he said and was already undressing. No more boxes were packed that day. And, no, we didn’t make it to the bed. Magoo lubed me up with a first fresh load of poz cum before shoving in me a thin and long dildo, pushing it in inch by inch, frotting the cum in my guts until it got all absorbed. The toy was more rigid than a hard cock and was unforgivably realigning my ass interior. Neither of us knew the last use of it, but it was still sticky. Pubic or ass hairs of different colors (AJ’s ones?) and other unidentified particles were glued-like to the object. “You’re going to wash it up?” My question was left unanswered. Magoo raised the dildo and spit toward it, lending on my balls and completely missing its target (or not?). If there is something that I learned is that Magoo doesn’t like to be told what to do. He had a satisfied look when he pulled out the toy after a good half-hour. “See? All clean. Washed by your ass and my cum” Well, this is where you learn that cleanliness is subject to interpretation. The dildo was now shining from a wet whitish-translucent film. Gone were the hairs and everything else. Magoo straddled me, knees on each side of my shoulder, nudging my head. “Open up” His shaved balls, playfully bounced on my chin and all I could see was this long cock and Magoo smiling down on me. Magoo was jerking his cock. He was hard again, eager to release another load. He grabbed his balls and shifted up slightly until I felt his nuts on my lips. “Lick them gently. Feel my poz babies’ factory.” He reached down and pulled my mouth open and dropped his nuts inside my mouth. I knew what he wanted. He was actively stroking his cock. Finally, at his great pleasure, I started licking each nut. I bathed them with saliva, rolling them on my tongue carefully. It was a peaceful moment as he let me worship his nuts at my pace. Droplets of precum felt on my face. Lot of precum, but at this moment I didn’t care. I sensed Magoo sliding back and before he did, I grabbed is ass with both hands, four fingers of each hand in the cleft of his ass, with my forefingers probing at his hole. I continued nursing the precious balls for a few more minutes until his nuts popped out of my mouth. Magoo leaned over me, aiming the flaring piss slit at my mouth. The cock head was glistening with precum. I smelled the cock seconds before I felt the warmth and the wetness of his cock head prying my lips open. He pumped his cock in push up motion, feeding me his cock a little more each time. Magoo switched position. He inserted a finger from each hand in my mouth, stretching it wide and started pushing his cock further down. He wanted it in my throat. I didn’t know where he got the idea that I can deep throat him. I pushed him back enough to talk. “I can’t do that” I said “Sure, you can” “I don’t want…” “... No more talking....” He slapped the side of my head and started face fucking me, pounding the back of my throat which make me gag on each thrust. I tried to take control by sucking harder. Magoo grabbed my head and starts making small rapid jabs, his cock at the entrance of my throat. He was relentless. This time I puked and was forced to swallow everything back as his cock head prevented any exit for the acrid vomit. I was holding the back of his thighs in an effort to restrain his assault. Magoo never stopped pumping his cock in my mouth. A hand at the back of my head, the other one pinched my nose, he pulled my face toward his crotch with each of his thrusts. My cock was hard and pulsed at the same rhythm of the fuck. I was gagging each time his cock hit my bruised uvula. My throat was so sore. “Relax your throat. Open up, nutlicker” I wish I could say that I watched the last inch of his cock pushed in my mouth, but there were still a good four ones to go. I needed to breathe, but Magoo tightened his grip in my hair. He was close, his entire body tensed. With one last thrust that seems to go further in my throat, my mouth got flooded with a full-flavored load of hot thick cum – fuck, he just came an hour ago – dangerously close overflowing my mouth. “You are getting there, cocksucker, but by far, you are not the best, yet” In one exaggerated gulp, I swallowed everything. He let go of my head and nose. I took one large breath, swallowed another jet of cum and kept sucking the hot cock, getting any remnants of his load. The cum was like a balm to my sore throat. The respite didn’t last. Although Magoo did all the work, I was really exhausted from the face fuck. Magoo picked another of the filthy dildo and pushed it in my now slack mouth and resumed pushing the boundaries of my ability to deep throat. He kept at it for a while. Then Magoo pivoted in a 69 fashion. The devilish old man was hard again! I was hard as well! I was about to receive one of his amazing blowjobs. Not sure how long I will be able to hold before I shoot my load, but I was ready to bust a nut. I took his cock in my mouth, and I sucked on the head, slowly stroking the base of his cock and caressing his balls. My eyes were at the same level of a small scorpion tattoo reminding me of his poz status. I closed my eyes and focus on my goal to suck every drop of this new load. I realized that Magoo was not going to suck my cock as I felt him pushing a thicker dildo in my ass, stretching me again. The toy was short and ribbed and made me feel good, hitting my love nut inside me, but not hard enough to make me cum. He was edging me. I kept trying to grab my cock, but Magoo was refusing me an overdue release. “Keep your hand off your cock” I kept nursing on the cock. It took a long time to stir another load from Magoo, but he never went soft. Wasting no time, Magoo pulled the short, ribbed dildo of my raw ass and did an ass-to-mouth maneuver with it. “Keep your legs raised” In one swift movement, he buried his cock and giving me no time to adjust, started pummeling my already abused hole in a missionary position. My mouth and my ass stuffed, I submitted to Magoo prowess to coordinate this spit roasting. Magoo’s stamina was incredible. It was when he was long dicking me that I came. Fireworks! “Savor this pitiful negative load while you can, because after today it may be your last” he said, feeding me my cum with two of his fingers. Time seems to stand still. I dozed off. Magoo kept busy. Another dildo, longer with the largest girth I ever took (nothing monstruous, but fairly thick), seesawing it in my ass slowly. My hole was not quite closing as fast as it used to. In fact, it didn’t close completely that day. I woke up with a yelp as the old man was going for four fingers up my ass – with the ultimate goal to fist me, I suspected - which made him stop. “Good! You are awake. I’m starving. Let’s get you some solid food”. I explored my wet hole carefully, sliding two fingers easily. They were soon covered with a slimy and undefined color mixture. Another five or six dildos were on the floor beside me, showing evident signs of recent use. I had any doubts that my ass has been the end receiver.

Part 19 “You are stubborn one, aren’t you Max?”, a calm Magoo muttered. This is exactly what I have been afraid of… A very calm Magoo. I would have dealt if the old man would have been angry at me, got pissed, stormed off and pout at me, but no, he unusually remained calm, almost smiling although it was hard to say. The thin line from his lips had some sort of quizzical expression. I would not falter again to Magoo’s pertinacity to poz me. “You are taking medication”. It wasn’t a question. What other conclusions could his subtle mind have come up with? To him, it was a logical deduction: I get fucked, bareback, by unmedicated poz tops, the first time by Magoo himself, and the second time, receiving multiple loads from Magoo assisted with late Bob’s pupil and lover, AJ, the ultimate bearer of his deadly strain. But here I am, in my soon-to-be-demolished apartment, negative blood running in my veins, standing before me, an accusing Magoo. When I went at the clinic, the first time, they gave me that Prep prescription while admonishing me for my unsafe sex habit. I contemplated the piece of paper for a long time, the undeniable proof that I was walking a dangerous path. I longed for skin-on-skin sex, I craved for the intimacy that provided the bare sex, the warmth and softness of a cock in me. I wasn’t a chaser and then, somewhere inside me, I knew that I could crawled and beg for that bare cock, but not for a bare poz cock. “No, I’m not”, I simply reply as I tended two prescriptions out of my wallet to Magoo. The original one was all crumpled, the second one was crisped like a new dollar bill. “Why are you carrying these with you? Did you get the pills?” I shook my head. There was no need for words. I was a poor student and unable to afford such expenses. “I see. And now I know what I was doing wrong.” Magoo picked my interest and before I could ask him the what and the how, he was out of the door, leaving. “Consider what we have done before as fun activities. From now on, we will get down to serious business. Oh! And I found us an apartment…!” I ran after him, but he was already down the stairs and out on the street to God knows where. “Let's christened the place” a mocking Magoo said, pushing my pants down without undoing my belt, a hand on my back, bending me over. I looked around. I understood why my apartment building was getting demolished. It was an old building that needed love beyond salvation. But this place was the lowest of the low, and Magoo had found it! “Perfect for you”, he had said. “Arrgh…” Magoo had barely spit on his cock – and none on my hole – before thrusting his hard cock – yes bare – almost to the hilt. The second thrust, I was fully impaled. “Fuck, do you have to…?” “Tsk, Tsk… you lost the bet, not me… Now, just stand still. Aaahh!” Magoo was pissing in my ass. His hot poz piss filling my bowels. Soon, I felt bloated, and it started to hurt. As he had inserted his cock, he unceremoniously pullet out without warning. My ass expelled a strong gush of a mix guts and piss on the already dirty carpet, dribbling down my legs and my pants. It is without surprise that a trail of piss followed me to the toilet when I dashed for it before I spilt everything on the floor. Magoo was laughing heartily. “Come on, this apartment is already rented to someone else. Yours is across the hall!” The apartment wasn’t locked and Magoo just walked in. It was a sight that one does not see often. The room – because the apartment was that, one room – was worst than the other one. A window plastered with newspapers was blocking most of the daylight. Junks sparse on the floor. The bathroom had no door. "You don't need one" Magoo had said. A putrid odor was coming from the left corner of the room where a pile of garbage was sitting on top of a thin mattress. It was a shady place. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope. It is within your budget, isn’t it? “Yes, but…” “I just fuck my piss in your ass five minutes ago, so don’t be difficult” “Urgh..., I need to piss too…” a hoarse voice coming from the garbage said. The pile of garbage stood up; it was a man! Probably not much older than me. He swapped his hand over his black coat to remove imaginary dust. "Need to piss? No problem, man, the young chap here can help you” and Magoo pushed me forward. I look back at him in disbelief. There is a marge between losing a bet and honoring a bet. But, not doing so, would have consequences far worst. “Go ahead, my young piss-bucket, your choice… mouth or ass?” The young vagrant man had already pulled a dark small cock that hadn’t seen soap for a while “Hurry up! I need to go badly! I only had time to get on my knees and open my mouth that a torrent of piss hit my face, my mouth and my shirt. First, my pants soiled with shitty piss, now my shirt with hobo piss. Can my day get worse? The guy spread his legs a little more, getting closer to me. “Arrghh… it burns… fuck… that was a fucking hot piss… thanks… now suck me!” The deed done, the man slipped back the dirty cock in his pants, wiped his hands on the side of his coat and left. “See you next time, Andy!” Magoo waiving at the man. “You know him?” I asked. “I have a lot of friends, you know. As for this place, I will get you some help to clean it up. We can move in as we wish. The tenant just left!” Back at the apartment. I was depressed. My clothes had dried a little, increasing the still smell. “Go. Take a shower.” Magoo ordered me. I stripped and walked to the bathroom. The water felt great. That's when the shower curtain pulls back, and Magoo stepped in behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I turned around, facing the tattooed man. “Everything will be fine” his hands on my chest. I mimicked him and I was playing with his pierced nipples. “About that bet…” I started saying. “Yeah, it was a stupid idea” he cut me off. “If you let me sleep with you tonight, I will call it quit on the bet”. That night, we slept together and Magoo fucked me without pretense, and without ulterior motive than to poz me. In the back of my mind, I knew what Magoo was doing but I needed him inside me. He painted my guts twice before we felt asleep. The ex-convict had left yesterday and gave us a piece of paper with a phone number, “If you need anything” he grabbed his crotch and start laughing. The other tenants had already moved without fanfare. Magoo slept (and fucked) with me every night after. I still had close to a month before moving. I have to admit that Magoo was resourceful. He found me a job at a gay leather bar, mostly as a cleaner before it gets too crowded (I had to let the manager fuck me once to get the job…). The following weekend, he had invited many guys to help clean and fix the apartment. Well, to be exact, 14 guys came over throughout the day. Most of them were strangers. “I’ll provide the beer and the pizzas” he had said, “you take care of the rest”. Well, the “rest” meant 14 blowjobs as a thankful payment for the guys help. Even Master Eddy came alone toward the end of the afternoon. I had a long discussion with Master Eddy. I felt better with everything and embracing my future. Master Eddy fucked me just outside the apartment in the corridor. Anyone in the building knew that some slut was getting screwed. I learned that day what it meant to be fucked by Master Eddy. On my shaky legs, I wobbled back just in time to give my thanks (another blowjob) to the last guy beside Magoo.

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Part 18 Is it me or is Magoo slowing down? Outside, dusk had settled in a while ago. And Magoo had been fucking me non-stop. A look at him told me that something was wrong. AJ who was sucking my cock must have sense the same thing. “You okay old man?” he asked leaving my cock wet and throbbing. My dickhead had turned somewhere between an angry red and a bruised-purple color from all the cock sucking punishment inflicted by Magoo and AJ. “Yeah, something like that. Give me a second to get my breathe. I will be good to go again.” Sucking and fucking resumed almost simultaneously. Soon Magoo was panting again, making grimaces, but keeping a steady rhythm. His cock felt like a red iron poking my guts. “He’s having a stroke” I said out loud. “Far from it, Max” replied a non-concerned AJ. “He is ready to breed you again” “Again!?” I said aghast. “Oh yeah… f… fuck… get… ughn… fuck… get ughn… your ughn… fourth fuck… f… ughn… poz load ughn… ughn… ughn…” . Magoo was now fucking erratically. Then everything stopped. No more sucking, no more fucking. There I was with apparently four fresh poz loads in me. “My turn again”, AJ said kneeling behind me and easing up his cock without resistance. “Again!?” Magoo just shrugged and left the bedroom. “Your ass was like a sleeping beauty, ready to be taken. So we did. I fucked you right after Magoo lubed it up with his first sloppy toxic load.” “You both fucked me while as I was passed out?” How could that have happened? “You looked so peaceful; we didn’t dare to wake you up. The last thing we wanted is a grumpy slut to fuck” “You drugged me?” I asked with no logical answer to why I didn't wake up. “I don’t do drugs. You just blacked out after the blowjob. Listen carefully, you are a little slut, no, you are now a pozzed slut, a cum dump for any men that wish to use your cunt. Willingly or not, awaken or not. You have a nice pussy open for business, 24/7, for anyone walking that has a cock.” “I am not a slut” “Oh no? Then why have you taken two more loads from the old man without protest? And why are you holding your legs widespread for me? It seems to me as an invitation to breed you again” “…” I was speechless. “That’s what I thought, now tighten this cunthole because I need to nut badly” I felt the bed shifting. A showered Magoo was kneeling at my head, his long cock dangling before my eyes. “Open your mouth for me, Max” I was staring at Magoo above me, squeaky clean, a remaining smell of soap emanating from his crotch. His golden rings on his chest were shining from the feeble light coming from the window and his biohazard tattoo was clearly visible. But I was pissed at him for abusing me when I was unconscious. Not cool. So, I clamped my mouth shut, stopping any possible cock movements toward my mouth from Magoo. Suddenly AJ started twisting and stretching my nipples, my hands went up to stop AJ molesting my very sensitive nipples. My lips parted to protest but Magoo took the opportunity to push his cock an inch or two, just enough to prevent me to dislodge it. I didn’t suck and Magoo didn’t thrust his cock either. “Good boy”, he whispered. “You got it. You are only putting on a faint semblance of resistance because you are scared. Let it go. Deeply in you, you want it.” In the back of my mind, I knew what Magoo was doing. He was breaking me to his wicked will. AJ was fucking me steadily, just sliding in and out because I was letting him do so, pulling my legs even further toward my chest, trapping his arms. His hands had still a firm grip on my nipples’ tips, squeezing them for a few seconds, stirring a sensual pain before releasing the pressure, again and again. “You already have multiple toxic loads in you and soon another one. Infected cum slowly being absorbed by your body. Does it really matter now? Let it go”. With tears forming in my eyes, I nodded silently, giving in. Relaxing my throat, I would let Magoo fuck my mouth and ingest his poz cum again. But the face fuck didn’t come. Instead, Magoo smiled like the Mona Lisa, squinting his eyes like only he can do. “I’ll take that as a yes” he said and starts releasing his hot piss in my mouth. “Such a good boy”, AJ said ramming his cock to the hilt brutally before pulling it out completely and plunging in again. Distracted by AJ’s sudden assault, I spluttered some of the smelling piss before tightening back my lips around the soft dick and started swallowing. The pungent piss reached my eyes, washing away my tears, blurring my vision. Magoo pulled out his cock, now pissing all over my face. And before I was able to breathe again, they both spit in my mouth. “Ready or not, here is number five!” AJ went rigid, his cock impaling me and pulsing as he shot his cum in my guts. “I’m cumming”, Sebastian said, grunting and puffing as he went in the la-la-land of his orgasm; bringing me back from my reminiscence of my encounter with AJ and Magoo. I did feel a warm jet of thick cum, but not much. It has a sweet flavor. I greedily swallowed and kept sucking trying to coax more cum before he pushed me back with one foot. “Hold your horses, faggot” he said mockingly. “You are a hell of a cocksucker. Probably in the top 3 blowjobs I ever received”. He unceremoniously pulled his pants, tucked his shirt in and just walked out, giving me by the way a nice sight of his sexy ass cladded in a close-fitting pair of jeans. Later that week, on my way to the clinic to get my HIV test results, I was scrolling the various rent apartment advertisements on my phone. I thought about Master Eddy offer, but his place was too far and with inadequate public transportation. AJ was open to the idea but told me upfront that I would whore out my ass as long as I stay with him. Stress was not my forte. With the school finals, the apartment eviction and now this, the stress of having the truth unveiled to me, being a poz guy; it is the least if I say I had a low morale. The nurse that welcomed me was the same as last time, she frowned at me, shook her head and started lecturing me about the danger of unprotected sex. I wasn’t really paying attention. Magoo and AJ had told me they would celebrate my pozzing status at my return from the clinic by fucking me senseless and inviting few friends (knowing Magoo, probably strangers too) along for a long weekend gang bang. “I am wasting my time, isn’t it?” she asked me. What could I say? That I was coerced in taking toxic loads? A half-lie. That I unwillingly let two men – publicly sharing their status – fuck me and swallow spit, cum and piss? A full lie. I needed comfort, not to be reminded of my bad behavior. And then I said the last famous words of a to-be-confirmed converted guy. “I won’t let it happen again”. Her reply was simple and direct. “You better be, because your results came back negative” I swear on my mom's heart, that, at this precise moment, I never been so scared of my life.

Part 17 I don’t think I ever met all my neighbors at the same time. It was a six-apartment building. So, it was inevitable that I would come across them one day or another. But here we were - me, Magoo, an ex-convict, a 50-something Latino man, a single and divorced man with his son, and another university student I never met – gathered to discuss the eviction letter that we received just before new year. The old apartment building was sold and to be demolished in the following summer. The search for an affordable place was even more difficult than I had anticipated. It wasn’t a surprise. The market speculation has made rent price skyrocket over the last few years, and out of my budget. It seems it was the same for all of us. One fact: we were fucked. By Easter, on our second and last meeting, the father told us that he would move into the basement of a not-so relative cousin. The student, Sebastian, would share an apartment with 5 other ones. The Latino man just nodded to us and left without a word. The ex-convict and Magoo said that they would find something. I was preparing for my final exams, so I had to stop looking for a few weeks. One night, Sebastian showed up unexpected at my door. “I am moving out this weekend. I wanted to let you know”, he said nonchalantly and added with confidence “I know you are gay and want you to blow me” as he grabs his crotch. Just like that. “I am not gay, but I haven’t score lately and I am horny. I figure that you hadn’t any yourself with school and shit” as he gestures with his hand the corridor. In a second, a flash of Magoo, the sex-driven addicted slut that would not hesitate to get on his knees, unzip and pull the pants down and blow feverishly the cock in front him. Regardless of the man. A cock is a cock. That’s what Magoo did for me when we were at AJ’s place. "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjobs because I am horny like crazy.” I had said which made AJ chuckled. “It was easy, isn’t it?” AJ added. Magoo just grunted and started performing his magic. I don’t know if it is the same for everyone or because my own sexual abstinence of the past weeks, but I was lost in this incredible feeling of the blowjob. I was brought back to reality when a pair of hands started tugging at my shirt. At some point AJ got naked and was now standing behind me with a gorgeous semi-erection. His hands were roaming my body, stretching my nipples as his fingers met them, kissing my neck; and like a mantra, whispering something that would haunt me for many weeks after. “Let it go, boy. This is meant to happen. Let it go” Call me stupid, but this is just what I did that day, I let it go. “Good boy. Become what you should be. Free yourself. Let it go” Magoo wasn’t gentle anymore. He was still sucking me, but also gnawing on the cockhead, foreskin and my piss slit. “Pain is pleasure” had told me Master Eddy once and “experiencing pain in the wake of pleasure is all a good fuckboy deserved”. At the same time AJ bit my neck strong enough to draw some blood. As it leaked, I felt myself in a throe of a rapture and came in Magoo’s mouth. “Let’s continue this in the bedroom” AJ said after Magoo made sure no cum was wasted. Sebastian passed by me and entered the apartment. I closed the door and drop on my knees, my hands reaching for his belt. And just like that, I sucked him like Magoo would do. Like Magoo groomed me to do. In the next hour, I awakened in a daze. I didn’t recognize the room, but Magoo was fucking AJ. I closed my eyes and fell asleep again. I woke up at the feeling of a warm sensation on my nuts. With my legs spread slightly, Magoo was nursing them with his tongue, a finger going back and forth over my ass hole. “What happened?” “You passed out” AJ leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Magoo took this opportunity to slide two barely lubed fingers in my ass. I tensed, my hole accepting the fingers quite easily. I realized I was a little sore down there. “Sshh… Let him…” AJ kisses me back and starts playing with my nipples again. They were sore which I didn’t recall from earlier. They must have played with them when I was out. “Look at me and keep your mouth open”. I heard a long, deep throat clearing and I saw AJ spit a yellowish slimy loogie which zero-in my throat and made me gag. “Nah nah nah, swallow that, pig boy” AJ mocked me while forcibly put a hand on my mouth. Magoo was going to town on my ass with what I thought was now three fingers. “Open up again” AJ ordered me. He hocked up some more phlegm and spit it again, this time missing my mouth. “Oops” he chuckled. With his fingers he fed me the disgusting slimy substance. I was on autopilot and started sucking them like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Then we made out again, engaging in a tongue battle. “I think he is ready” and without delay Magoo thrusted his long pozzed cock in my ass. I felt a strange burning sensation like I never known before as the old man started fucking me. I kind of lost my thoughts as Magoo was long dicking me. I realized he was fucking me bare! I broke the kiss. “A condom! You need to put a condom!” I said with urgency. Mid-stroke, an exasperated Magoo looked at me and stop fucking. “Get me a condom”, Magoo said to AJ. At this moment, I couldn't have been more prouder of Magoo accepting my request. He was always a fan of fucking bare, skin on skin, and delivering poz loads in all his victims. While AJ was unwrapping the rubber, I could feel Magoo’s cock micro-thrusting in my ass, just over my prostate. I have to admit it felt good. Magoo grabbed the condom and look at me. “Open your mouth” he told me and then with a sadistic smile he pry the condom in. “Now shut your fucking mouth and let me do my work” I looked at Magoo, then AJ, astonished by Magoo’s behavior. AJ chuckled again, “You heard the man”. Magoo resumed his fuck with vengeance. He was on a mission.

Part 16 There was a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Standing there, 5 feet tall, Magoo, my neighbor. We haven’t spoken since I had my test results "Negative? What do you mean negative?" He had said in a disapproving tone. "Negative." What else was there do reply? "It’s impossible. I never failed. Ever. I pozzed everyone I bred, the first time" he retorqued. "I don’t know what to say. Sorry? " I said apologetically. "Sorry my ass" he muttered. "You need to let me spend the night with me so I can breed your ass again. I’ll make sure it sticks this time". "No", I said firmly, not exactly knowing where it came from, but the word came out and let a Magoo quite confused. "You are joking, right? " "No. And no means no" I replied with all the courage I was able to gather. "Your loss", he only said. That was the last conversation we had together, a little over three months ago. Now he was standing before me. "You know. I am still mad at you". Magoo at a way to look at you that you would feel guilty, even if you were not. There was determination in his eyes. "We’ll have to settle this another time. Bob let us down. The reading of his will is today followed by a small gathering at his place. We have condolences to offer. Get ready, I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes." He turned around, not waiting for an answer. Typical Magoo. I felt sorry for Bob, but he was sick after all, wasn’t he? I had met him at the bathhouse when Magoo dragged me there. My cock chubbed a little as I reminded how good it felt to have his tongue rimming me! Then, when Magoo made me – no, under Magoo’s direction - I willingly suck Bob’s highly-toxic cock clean. I knew Magoo cared for his friend Bob and somehow, he found this opportunity to reconnect with me after he got furious, I hadn’t tested positive, and despite the fact he pretended to be still mad at me. A way for him to get my forgiveness. I felt sorry for the man. But I would find too soon enough how wrong I was! The wicked Mr. Magoo had another great scheme in place. Another wicked plan to poz my ass, and I was merely a peon in it! I was in front of the mirror wearing an unbuttoned shirt and my underwear, looking at my body while my hand was caressing my stomach to my nipples. After my depraved adventure at the sauna and my stay at Master Eddy’s house, I went on my usual abstinence - no sex – except for rare masturbation reliefs. I needed more. Christmas was in few weeks and I made myself the promise to do something about it. *** We weren't alone at Bob's apartment. Magoo dragged me to the kitchen where a bar was improvised. A lanky young man was doing the service. - "AJ, this is Max. Max, AJ". - "oh, hi", AJ replied looking at me with great interest. - "Hi, nice to meet you" - "… He is Bob’s partner", Magoo whispered to me. - "uh, sorry….Sorry for your loss". The guy was probably not much older than me - "he wasn't lying", AJ said at Magoo. - "No, he didn't. Bob had great taste when it came down to young men". - "Bob talked a lot about you in his last weeks before… you know…" said AJ - "he did?" I remembered seeing him at that sauna night and probably talked to him not more than 5 minutes which was me on my knees sucking his dick clean… - "He sketched you". AJ pulled a well-torn sketch book. Right in front of me, a drawing of a naked young man, laying on his back, legs bent and spreaded, cock and balls on full display, with his head leaning on the side. There was no mistake. It was me without doubt. A picture couldn’t have been more realistic. - "wow". My face flushed looking at me, - "Ummph!" Magoo turned around to mingle with others - "He's still mad at you?" - "You know?" AJ start laughing, not too loud, but enough to make few heads looking in our direction. - "Ah! It felt so good to laugh again! Well, yeah, I know. He and Bob had no secrets for each other". - "It's not my fault", I said like I had to provide an excuse - "Actually, you are quite famous because of it: the boy who survived Magoo”. He said laughing. This time more people turned towards us. - "Don't mind them. If they are here, it's because Bob's fucked all of them at least once and it means that all of them fucked me at least once". I looked back at AJ and said wow again. Like I was a one-word guy. - "Except you, of course". - "Yeah, we didn’t". I was eyeing AJ wondering if he would be my type of guy. - "You, okay? Anyway, Bob kept telling everyone that you would be its unfinished symphony, none of the less." - "It looks like I can start some sort of a club…" I reply more to myself to anyone. - "In order to fuck me, Bob had to fuck them first. That was our agreement. - "And you were ok with that?" - I guess. Bob was a gentleman in life, in bed, he was a beast and had a way to pummel my ass like no one. I'll miss him for sure". AJ sighed. - "You have a boyfriend? " - "Me? No. I put my energy on my studies for now". - "It doesn't mean you can't hook up with someone for few hours. While I was studying at law school, Bob had lined up men to fuck me. I wouldn't mind having a one-on-one night session with you". AJ was grinning now. - "..." I was speechless. His hand went to his crotch. My eyes followed. He was packing a fairly good bulge. - "I like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck", he added clearly for my intention. Magoo came around. - "Didn’t Bob leave a little something for the kid here?" - "Oh yeah, follow me". We went to what looks like a guest room. There were a few dozen boxes. AJ picked one of them with my name on it. - "Bob insisted for you to have this." - "He gave me something...?" - "I'm not exactly sure of the entire content, but I have a good guess." - "This is unexpected". - "Nah, knowing Bob, don't get too excited before you open the box. And just to make sure, wait to be home when you open it.". - "I am not sure what to say, thank you?" - "No need, just promise to have dinner with me sometime". - "With the perspective to get me in your bed?" - "You are a mindreader. In fact, why don't you stick around and stay for dinner? AJ looked around. “Beside I am ready to send away everyone and I surely can appreciate some company". - "Huh, sure for dinner.". AJ hugged me, a little longer than just a friendly hug, pushing his hard bulge against me and snaking a hand to my crotch. My cock responded immediately, cramping irreverently my trouser. - "Awwh! For the name of lord, get a room", Magoo exclaimed, "I leave you two few minutes and you’re already making out in public. Have some respect for Bob." - "Don’t worry, this is exactly what Bob would want me to do", and AJ subtly kissed my lips. "Yeah, exactly like Bob would also do". Before AJ had the time to send away anyone, Master Eddy and Jesus showed up. - "Hey rico, how are you? " a friendly Jesus greeted me, all smile, nicely dressed. It took a good 20 minutes for Master Eddy to meet everyone before he acknowledged me. His smell was intoxicating. The natural smell of a man. Leather, musk, perspiration all combined was assaulting me, in a good way, like a strong pheromone. "Hello Pup” he said looking me in the eyes in a stern tone. "Long time, no see" "I was busy with school… sir" I replied, adding the "sir" instinctively. Master Eddy took a step further, closing the gap between us and looking at me more seriously. "You did not forget that we have business to conclude, don’t you Pup? You owe me." Then, lightly, like we were bros, he added "My house is always open for you. I was hoping you come living with me and Jesus.” "Like I said, school kept me busy, but thanks for the offer" Master Eddy frowned. "I mean, sir." "All good Pup. May be another time" At some point, there was a lull in the conversation and people started to leave on their own. Soon, only Magoo, AJ and me were alone in the apartment. "You two need to make peace” AJ said as he poured wine in my glass again. "I am all for it, but he will not let me fuck him again” replied Magoo with an offended attitude. "That’s his choice, you should know better" AJ retorqued "My point exactly” I said to a stunned Magoo. "Why don’t you focus on what works between you two and then see where it goes" Both me and Magoo looked at each other. - "I’m good with that" to which Magoo nodded. - "See, it wasn’t difficult" AJ said, "so where do you want to start?" I must have been drunker than I thought because I heard me saying, "Well, I can use one of his amazing blowjob because I am horny like crazy.” With that, I stood up, starting to unzip my jeans in front of the hungry wicked Magoo.

Previously (originally) posted on another web site: by Regnar S. Reklaw (aka philamond) under "Biker Bar Gang Bang", July 17, 2013

I woke up around 5 and felt the pretty warm body next to me. I still get boners all the time, especially when cute sexy people are around me. Just imagine what would a tender naked frame do to my hormones. The little hair around his ass lips were cum-stiffed from my load, but the cleft of his late virgin hole exuded a moist and aphrodisiac smell that stirred another raging hard on from me. I gently pushed him on his stomach and spread his legs wide enough to diligently drove the head of my cock in the warmth of his ass. - "Braaawwww!" The trailer did not echoed Elio’s scream, but with the window opened, I am sure that Max, my neighbor, would heard it. I smiled as a rammed the rest of my cock up his hot furnace, stretching the bruised hole for a second time in the last few hours. - "Oh, my God! Please stop! Don’t… you’re killing me!" - "Hardly" I replied, grinding my balls against his. - "It’s too big!" - "Nah bitch, you’ll get used to it. Lucky you, I am not by far the biggest one." It did not take long for me to reach the point of no return. I deposited my toxic load 7 inches deep in his bowel and that was, perhaps my most deceptive part: I don’t shoot huge load. Load that will leak as I pulled out. No, on the contrary, may be a full teaspoon that would lay in the depth of the bottom, smoothly coating the inside of any tightest holes, slowly absorbing my corrupted DNA as it gets spread with each thrust in the aftermath of my orgasm. A load just big enough to infect and impregnated my fuck of the day, most of the time unwilling to go full-bareback, asking me a promise to pull out. Promise that I would never give or commit to. I firmly bite his neck just next to the jugular. Marking my territory. Making him mine. All my potent babies were inside him now. - "What’s wrong with you?" - "Shhh now. Let’s go back to sleep." I was awakened by the feeble wailing of the old man and the chain rattling. Elio was also awake, staring at me. - Hello, sunshine. Hmmph… You really smell like a cheap drunken whore. I removed the blindfold from the slave. After clinging his eyes a few times, he focused on Elio with curiosity, maybe jealousy. I removed the gag, uncuffed him and unlocked the cock cage. - Up in the shower. Both of you. I want you squeakly clean. After 10 minutes, both of them stood naked. The old man had a full erection, standing at attention his little soldier of 3-3/4 inch, not more larger than a thumb. Elio’s cock was showing a semi. - Did he suck you? The slave glance briefly at Elio before looking back at me. - Yeah, he did. - Good. Let’s eat, we have a long day ahead of us. I ordered the slave to clean up while I took Elio with me to the bathroom. - But I already showered. - I want you to get acquainted with my body. Elio stood still while I fingered his ass. - You are probably sore, but you are not bleeding. He washed my body thoroughly with his tongue. One might say Elio was reluctant at first, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. I whispered him few punishment ideas that I might do if he didn’t get with the program. So, I got a tongue bath, except for my ass. - Next time I pushed him under the showerhead, and soaped his body; my hand sliding on the smooth skin. Really arousing. I pissed on him again for fun. Also, to get him used to it. After that I got dressed: t-shirt, jeans, running shoes. Simple. Elio was looking around for his clothes. - I took you stuff outside. Here, wear this today. I handed him a bright pink thong that belonged to the old man. A trophy from one of his past conquests. Elio was going to protest when a knock on the door interrupted him. - Put it on or go answer the door bare naked. None the wiser, he got to it. The old man was standing next to me, eyeing the young frame dealing with the thong. - Get dressed. Dimitri is picking you up. You are going to stay with him for a while. - But… - Tss… tss… not a word. I am in a good mood, and you don’t want me to get angry now, don’t you? - No sir. A whistle came from the door. It was Max, my neighbor. A tall lanky man, with grey crop hair. Probably in his early 70’s. He was gently playing with Elio’s tits. - That explains the early screams this morning. I laughed. Elio’s face was red from shame. From my angle, I was able to admire the young man. Dark black. All over, even his pits and pubes. A thin layer on his chest, ass and legs. The pink thong had crawl between his cheeks making a sexy contrast. - You want me to babysit for you today? The slave came back dressed: a mini skirt that cover the cock cage, but barely his low hangers. The mouth gag was in place. I tightened the strap. - The old man is going on vacation at Dimitri’s resort! So, I might take your offer for the new one later today. Dimitri’s Resort! More like one of Dante’s inferno circles. A month after I took over the faggot’s life, he put up a fight. “They always do”, my friend Dimitri told me back then. - You need to bring them down a little. It was the first trip for my roomie with Dimitri. He came back more cooperative. The second trip made him fully-dedicated to my needs. No more tantrum and laziness. Dimitri showed up not long after that. - See you in the fall, except if I get a like of the faggot! - Hmmfff… Hmmfff… Elio was looking at the scene, not truly understanding the somber meaningful menace. - Mark my words. Never get on the wrong side of Dimitri.

My First Time at the Sauna It is the 3rd time this month that I found myself at this place. Fidgeting across the street of the black door that leads to the town's gay sauna. Mark is with me again and brotherly laughing at me. - 22 and still a virgin I would told him to shut up, but he’s telling the truth. I am still a virgin. At 22. If being a compulsory masturbator and a porn addict would be considered, then I would have graduated a long time ago. Mark has been teasing me a lot about this for a while lately. - like you’re getting more pussy He just laughed, a hand squeezing his junk playfully. He knows that I look, but it doesn't bother him. He is straight. - if you don't go in this time. I might have to fuck you myself, so you don't die innocent. - you wish I know that he is right again. I was resolved to fix this problem once, and it must be tonight. A month ago, the first time I walked to this place of perversion, I not only never got in, but I also never stopped, never looked either. - Wuss Mark had whispered the word so close to my ear, that I was able to feel the warmth of his breath. He kissed me on the cheek. - See you later He crossed the street without hesitation, and just walked in the place I wanted to go. Instead, I just walked by (across the street of course), eyes on the sidewalk and went back home, ashamed of such behavior from my part. Mark had told me that I was to go through the 3 W's steps before I can assume my sexuality and become who I meant to be, or I would die a virgin. When I questioned him what he meant by the 3W. He just smiled. - you will see Back then, it was all bullshit. I thought. - Wuss He had said. The word haunted me the entire following week. I've known Mark for... Well, I don't remember when Mark and I became friends, but he’s been a fixture in my life for a long time. Mom and Dad thought he was a good one out of the crowd I hang with. When I think about it, Mark crashes a lot at my house, like his folks didn't really care or trust him completely. And I like it a lot. Mark would encourage me to "pose" naked. I would stand in front of the mirror, mostly after I showered and before going to bed. I had a big cock. I thought I was blessed. - you should shave As always, his suggestion would make its way. I shaved. When I was 18, while I was on the "filtered" Internet (I know, living with religious straight minded parents at 18 doesn't have only perks…), I came across a link - the devious link - that showed me my first porn video. It was an amateur one, but what a revelation it was. So that afternoon, before I came across with the porn video, Mark got me naked shaved and erected. It didn't take a genius to figure that I would jerk off my big cock in front of the mirror. My cock was harder than ever. That's when I started noticing Mark in his boxer, a few feet from me. - You can look, I don't mind. I'm not gay. Insinuating I was. I knew nothing about sex. Even less about being straight, gay or in any spectrum of the gender identity. Mark had nice bulge, growing on size as I can only imagine. Mark and I are similar in height and weight, so I assume he was big as I was down there. For years, we had sleepovers, Mark always sleeping over, I never seem him naked. Not once. That afternoon, I jerked my cock in front of the mirror. In front of my straight friend who is not bothered to walk in a sauna and get sucked by other men. - it's only sex. Now, shoot your load for me. That brought me over the edge. My cock fully-erected, standing hard as a nail at the same size of my index finger which after less than a minute stimulation shot the biggest load ever. A full load. A load that would be able to fill one of those fancy Italian expresso spoons. Well, I don’t really shoot, in fact the warm fluid just dribble out, leaving a slick snail trail across my clit down to my marble-size balls. - way to go, fucker I was hardly breathing. My knees were shaking. - sit down That's when me and Mark went on internet and found this video that would change my life for ever. First, it was a straight amateur porn video. My first time I ever saw a girl naked which would be burned in my brain for months. It was fascinating. The absence of a cock. That wasn't the only thing. The guy, not much older than me, had an unimaginable cock. It was easily 5", with a skin over the cockhead. Twice the size of my big cock! I thought I was big with my 2-1/2" inches hard cock. This guy was almost twice the size that I was. I mean, he was huge! - you like this Mark was standing behind me, jerking his cock hidden in his boxer. For some reason, I got aroused. He is my friend, and I shouldn't lust for him. But him, being dressed, openly masturbating before me, got me hard again. - go ahead, come for me He slept over that night and made me jerked 8 times while watching the video on a loop. - Look how bigger he is than you. - you mean bigger than us - I never said that He was still in his boxer. I think he was playing me, because whatever was making his boxer tented had nothing to do with my cock, or the one from the video. - Admit it. You want to see it. But the real question is, once I show it to you, are you willing to become my bitch? I nodded. He make me beg for his cock. Again. Over and over, telling me it wasn't good enough, that I wasn't really sincere, that I wasn't ready to be a bitch. It became a game. For weeks I beg on my knees, perform erotic dances, made me tell how I would degrade myself and serve men like him. - stick two fingers in your ass. I knew what he meant. Since that first video, I managed to find many more. I stopped watching straight porn after I saw this gay threesome where two black guys with 10 inches cock (advertised) skewered a young white man, whiter than milk. And so much cum! One of the guy had produced more precum than the biggest load my peanut balls had ever produced. - Real men fuck bitch like you. That night he slept next to me and told me about the 3W. - bitch like you are easy to figure out. You will go through the 3 W's steps, or you would die virgin. - then fuck me He didn't and told me that it would change our relationship forever. Your choice. I mean, he was sleeping next to me (every night for weeks now). I didn't want to be too be greedy. That night, I think he slept naked. I didn't move or look, too afraid to lose my best friend. When I woke up, he was gone. I needed to get fucked. I was now at three fingers probing my ass. - fingers aren't the same as a cock, he had said After some research, bathhouses seems a good place to start. Hence my two first unsuccessful trips . The second time. I stayed. - what do you mean, you stayed? You went in? - no. Just what I said. Mark knew all this already. I stayed across the street for a long time, then went back home. I watched guys going in and out of the place. My nervousness must have been evident because a thin guy stopped by, ignoring Mark, and offer to go with me - I can show you around, and more if you like I shook my head. I looked at Mark. If only he would offer to go with me. - Whimp I stayed few more minutes. Enough to see Mark following the guy inside the bathhouse. It was two weeks since my second trip, and it was torture. No matter how much porn I watched, how much I played with my cock. - your clit How much I played with my clit, I wasn't able to get hard long enough to reach an orgasm. Mark had forbidden me to cum. Whimps and wusses don't decide when they cum, only when they are told to. He even stopped sleeping over. It was fucking Hell. - we go back tonight I was almost delirious with excitement. I showered, twice. I made sure my pussy was clean. I shaved my crotch, my armpits and the little hair I had on my chest like Mark told me. The though part was my ass. I turned around to ask Mark for help, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was waiting for me in my room, looking at me as I got dressed. - no underwear A quick glance at Mark told me he meant business. - no socks either I was finally ready to go. I was horny. I was eyeing Mark strangely as one of his hands was caressing his abs, up to his nipples. He was hot AF. Going commando had made my clit hard. - don't worry, your little worm doesn't show So, here I am, fidgeting. I mean guys come and go, and no one coming out screaming murder or on a stretcher. What worse can happen to me? - you, taking toxic loads Oh, what now! Mark was trying to scare me. His usual smile had disappeared. I wouldn't whimped this time. I think he secretly wanted me to stay virgin. It has been over 3 years since I've known about sex. 3 years of porn and constant masturbation, and that's without all Mark's teasing, showing off his body only clad in sexy underwear, the countless sleepless night knowing he was there next to me, leaving to my imagination the magnificent cock he was hiding from me. I was decided. - go ahead, I'll join you later So, I walked in. - 24$ for a room - I have to pay to get fucked!? The guy stared at me for few seconds and started laughing. - Getting fucked is free. You pay for the premises and the privilege to meet real man. I only had 20$, so I got a locker. Wrap in my towel, I did a tour. A mixed age crowded in various states of nakedness. I found myself back at the entry not knowing what to do. - Hmm… I am quite lonely here. Why don't you get on your knees to warm me up? I sucked my first cock, but the guy didn't cum. Then one of his friends took me to the glory holes and explain that if I wanted to be fucked, I had to get the guys excited until I get invited. So, I suck my second cock. I didn't count but did my best. The counter guy, my first suck, walked in the booth and watched me sucking another anonymous cock. He tugged on my towel. - It's my break time and I need to fuck. And you are the lucky winner. Well, I got fucked. He dragged me to the sling and resume his fuck. - Jack, your break is over - Cover for me. I can't and won't stop until I breed this one. He was frantically fucking me. I have to thank Mark for insisting that I finger myself as often as possible. My hole was still tight according to the counter guy. His hard cock was causing some pain and I had a strange feeling that my pussy would remember it tomorrow. - Guys form a line if you want to get sloppy second. You know how it works, smaller in girth first the biggest last. We don't want to waste our precious virgin here. Everyone will deflower a virgin tonight. Jack pulling the sling forward each time he was slamming his cock in, drilling me a new hole. - I'm coming bitch. I hope you are ready to take your first free charged load, because you are getting it now. I never had a chance to thank him. He just pulled out, stuffed his deflated cock back in his black denim and he was gone. Not that I had time to matter because another anonymous cock, about the same size as Jack, slipped in my wet hole. - Fuck, so warm. My ass was on fire from the first fuck. This new guy was fucking me with short stabs, his hairy belly resting over my junk, stimulating my little clit to a full erection. - urrghh, the fat man exclaimed. Another load. My hole was pulsing achily as it tried to close. Cum was now leaking. I scooped the cum with my fingers and tried to put it back without success apparently. - oh shit, look at all the nice cum you're wasting. Let me push it all back in. Another cock. The guy left without cumming, I think. Two men helped me out the sling, to a bench. The ceiling mirror was showing my skinny body and my little clit still hard as a bone. I couldn’t help but jerk my quite small dick while looking at myself. My piss-slit had ejected a little spurt of precum. One of the men shove his larger cock without warning, prompting a full discomfort. -Unnh, I breathed away, abruptly cut short by a big cockhead The other one decided to tag along by stuffing his cock down my throat. It hurt like hell. I tried to dislodge him, but he slapped my hands away and started right away seesawing my cum-lubed pussy. Mark was standing next to me, wrapped in a towel. - Whore I looked at him. He was gorgeous. I wanted him to fuck me but was only able to muffle weird sounds as the guy was face-fucking me at his pace, not too hurry to come. - by the way, it's not a dick, not even a small dick. It's a clit. You have a pussy and a clit. And you are a whore. I didn't realize that the guy had spewed his load with the previous ones until the other guy, pulled out of my mouth, and aligned his fairly large dick with my ass. - Yeah, look at you, the guy taunted, all spread out like a cheap whore on a crusty old mattress, all naked for any men to fuck you. - I am not a whore - if you say so, but I will still fuck you. Mark was rubbing his growing bulge which was becoming way much larger than I thought. The towel was still hiding the prize but there was no mistake. Mark's endowment was real. - A whore is someone providing sexual services in exchange of money. Except, you don’t get the money! - Will you fuck after? Mark grinned at me and started giving a me reasons why he wouldn’t. I got distracted by my fucker grunts and the fact that he was now on top of me, pushing my knees way past my ears, slamming in me. 'Unghhhhh…!' I whimpered… Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! -Oh yeah, I'm coming bitch. And then he was gone. And Mark as well. I was too weak to stand up so I just laid there. I wished I could say that other men came by and fucked me relentlessly. I welcomed the rest, and kind of dozed off. - Nghh! I woke up with a start and a dull pain radiating from my small balls. Jack, the clerk who claimed my cherry earlier tonight was snapping my balls with his fingers, and frigging my clit loosely. Snap! - Ouch! It hurts. I tried to cover them, but Jack pushed my hand away. His hand stayed on my nuts, gripping and pulling them away from my groin. He unceremoniously shoved to fingers from his other hand in my pussy, scooping cum. I went to protest, but he inserted the two dirty fingers in my mouth. - Now that I got your attention! I sucked the fingers like they were a pacifier, make eye contact with Jack. - My shift is over, and your locker time is overdue by an hour. Time to go. - I am with a friend. Thinking about Mark. - Which friend? - The one I came in with - Unh? You were alone when you checked in. I don’t see any friend of yours here. Jack helped me getting dressed. I looked around, and Mark was nowhere to be seen. - Your coming home with me. I need to unload my poz babies in that sweet ass of yours again and as much as I can. I will your new friend and you will be my cumdump slut. Let’s go. That night I became the slut I meant to be and I never saw Mark again.